Robert Harris felt as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly, but he had no choice but to greet him with a forced smile. “Nephew, what are you saying? How could I dare claim to be the number one in Qin when it comes to alchemy? At the very least, your father and His Highness the Imperial Uncle are no less skilled than I am. But I am a bit surprised that you’ve come to Drunken Star Pavilion for medical help. With such a master as your father, why come to us instead?”

William Clark smiled and said, “Desperate times call for desperate measures. First, your Drunken Star Pavilion has always been regarded as the best in the imperial city. Second, of course, is because it’s close by.”

As William Clark spoke, he pointed at David Turner, who looked like a dead dog, and said with a look of compassion, “I ran into this man on the road, and he was in terrible pain. Thinking that heaven cherishes all life, I brought him here to Drunken Star Pavilion for treatment. Who would have thought that after several masters tried, none could help him? So much for being the best in the imperial city…”

Robert Harris suddenly realized that he couldn’t get the upper hand at all with this young man before him.

Wait, that’s not right. Just yesterday, Yuan’er sent word that he had schemed to poison Ye Hang’s son to death. So how is this kid now alive and kicking, showing up at Drunken Star Pavilion today?

That aside, if William Clark had just brought in some random person to cause trouble, Robert Harris wouldn’t have cared. But he just had to bring in David Turner—what a coincidence.

If they managed to cure him, that would be fine. But if they couldn’t, what if David Turner ended up selling out Drunken Star Pavilion? David Turner’s identity couldn’t stand the light of day. Not only were there many peers here, but also many beast hunters. If David Turner’s identity was exposed, it would be a huge blow to Drunken Star Pavilion.

But then, what exactly happened to David Turner? He was fine when he went to Medicine Fragrance Pavilion, just suffering some internal injuries. How did he end up like a dead dog on his return?

With Robert Harris’s alchemy expertise, he could tell at a glance that David Turner was poisoned. But what kind of poison could stump so many masters, to the point that the manager had to call him out personally?

In an instant, Robert Harris thought of many things and realized that today’s events were far from ordinary. If not handled well, it could bring a heavy blow to Drunken Star Pavilion.

Chapter 10: Returning the Favor

Robert Harris now somewhat regretted not sending someone to check on Medicine Fragrance Pavilion. Now, with the situation unclear, he was at a disadvantage. The problem was, he never expected that someone as deeply hidden as David Turner would get into trouble.

“Pav… Pavilion Master, save… save me.” David Turner on the ground was already weak, moaning.

As soon as David Turner spoke, it seemed to touch a nerve in Robert Harris, making his tightly furrowed brows knit even tighter, almost forming an inverted eight.

“Huh, Master Harris, why do I feel like this friend seems to know you?” William Clark exclaimed in surprise, as if he had discovered a new continent.

He deliberately said this loudly so everyone could hear. Others didn’t think much of it, but to Robert Harris, it sounded quite different.

Robert Harris was furious inside, but put on an indifferent face. “Nephew, you must be joking. I do have some reputation in the imperial city, and Drunken Star Pavilion has saved quite a few beast hunters. It’s not strange that he knows me.”

William Clark suddenly understood. “So that’s it! When I brought this friend here, I never said he was a beast hunter. How did you recognize it at a glance, Master Harris? Such sharp eyes—you have my admiration.”

The onlookers hadn’t understood at first, but now, led by William Clark’s words, they seemed to realize something, and the atmosphere turned strange.

David Turner was just a martial artist at the eighth level of the Yuan Qi Realm. It wasn’t odd for him to know Robert Harris, but for Robert Harris to immediately recognize him as a beast hunter was odd.

It’s not that Robert Harris couldn’t know beast hunters—on the contrary, he knew quite a few. But at his level, the beast hunters he knew were at least Spirit Liquid Realm martial artists, and outstanding ones at that. How could he know a small fry like David Turner?

There are no secrets that never leak. There had always been rumors that Drunken Star Pavilion sent people to infiltrate beast hunter teams and hunt their own companions. But no one ever had proof, and Drunken Star Pavilion was indeed powerful and had saved many beast hunters, so the rumors remained just rumors.

William Clark intentionally or unintentionally led Robert Harris into contradicting himself, making his words sound like he was trying to cover something up, which made everyone start to wonder.

At this moment, Robert Harris was cursing William Clark a thousand times over in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. William Clark was making such a scene precisely to force Robert Harris to hold back and not dare to act against him.

“Heh… heh heh, Nephew, you misunderstand. This man has some skills and is suffering from a strange poison. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell he’s a beast hunter.” Robert Harris laughed it off.

William Clark had achieved his goal and didn’t press the issue further, leaving the rest for everyone’s imagination.

“So that’s how it is. Please don’t mind me, Master Harris. I was recently framed and poisoned, nearly lost my life, so I’ve been a bit paranoid. Maybe I’m just overthinking it—those rumors are surely nonsense. By the way, we’ve been chatting for so long, I almost forgot to save the patient. Look at the way this friend is looking at you, Master Harris—as if you’re his family, no, his savior.” After rambling for a while, William Clark finally got back to the main topic.

After all, making someone uncomfortable doesn’t cost a thing, so William Clark didn’t mind making Robert Harris even more uncomfortable. Consider it a little interest paid back for his predecessor.